Chapter 1742 Dark Night Operation

"Duanmu Ping!"

Huyan Zhengyang suddenly gave a soft drink.

As he finished speaking, a young man in black robes rushed up from the tomb city below, came to Huyan Zhengyang, and said respectfully: "Master of Huyan Tomb, what are your orders? "

"Tell me about the situation of other cultivators in our tomb city?"

Huyan Zhengyang looked at Duanmuping in front of him.

Duanmu Ping nodded: "Seven people went to explore the Holy Refining Pond, but they have not come back yet. How is the progress? Five people are practicing in seclusion to prepare for the possibility of entering the Holy Refining Pond. The other three have already gone out of the city to collect medicine. We The healing elixirs are already quite limited, so we must work hard to refine a batch. Once there is news about the Holy Refining Pond, it is also necessary to bring enough healing elixirs. "

"So, there are eight people in the tomb city now, including the two of us?"

Huyan Zhengyang frowned slightly.

"Exactly."

Duanmuping nodded, paused, and asked: "The owner of Huyan Tomb suddenly asked these questions. Is there any ulterior motive?"

Huyan Zhengyang pondered for a moment: "I just received the news that the city lord of Beikou Tomb City has been assassinated by Qin Yi, who has been causing trouble on the third floor recently."

"What, you mean to say that the father killed the tomb owner?"

Duanmu stood up and was startled: "The cultivation of the tomb slayer is not low. Even he has encountered the vicious hands of that Qin Yi. Damn it, who is this Qin Yi? Do you really want to sweep away this god?" The third floor of the Demon Cemetery?”

As he spoke, a flash of anger surged on Duanmu Ping's face.

"Obviously, Qin Yi's real purpose is this. He wants to crazily plunder the cultivation resources of these cultivators on the third level."

Huyan Zhengyang said: "Moreover, if my estimate is correct, Qin Yi's next target will be me, Huyan Zhengyang. Over the past few days, he has been able to stir up bloodshed on this third level. His strength It cannot be underestimated, so you should do one thing right now, which is to lobby the other Tomb City Lords and Sect Leaders to come over and work together to eradicate Qin Yi. "

"yes!"

Duanmu Ping did not dare to be negligent at all, and immediately disappeared on the spot with a sway.

However.

Right now.

"Tsk, tsk, Huyan Tomb Master, I don't see how smart you are. You can actually guess that my next target is you. Why, do you want to unite all the powerful people in this cemetery of gods and demons to eradicate me?"

A strange and sinister voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Huyan Zhengyang was startled and turned around quickly.

But there was nothing in his sight!

"Qin Yi, get out of here!"

Huyan Zhengyang shouted angrily, and a majestic inner energy of the emperor surged through his body instantly, making the space around him turbulent, as if it might collapse at any time.

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp pain suddenly came from his chest.

That was caused by strong killing intent!

Huyan Zhengyang only saw a very faint silver stream, stabbing fiercely from the front. The speed was indescribable. Even with his practice, he was unable to clearly see the person who was attacking.

"Rat, you are seeking death!"

Feeling the sharp pain in his chest, Huyan Zhengyang did not dare to show any slightness. At that moment, his body subconsciously moved to the side.

And the silver light with overwhelming murderous intent stuck to his clothes and stabbed past.

There was only a slight chance of being stabbed squarely.

Huyan Zhengyang took a closer look and saw clearly that the person who attacked him was a young man wearing a white robe.

The man in the white robe looked somewhat handsome, and there was an uncomfortable arrogance in his eyes.

He was holding a silver war sword in his hand, standing in the air, looking at Huyan Zhengyang with a faint smile: "Master of Huyan's tomb, you're fine!"

"Are you the Qin Yi who has been causing turmoil on the third floor these days?"

His eyes were slightly focused, looking at the man in white in front of him, Huyan Zhengyang shouted, his face was ashen.

In his heart, he was a little frightened. This man's speed was really terrifying. He almost succeeded in just one glance.

"Exactly."

The man in white smiled lazily: "Now that you know that I am Qin Yi, and I have come to take the head from your neck, your soul should be trembling at this moment, right? Tsk tsk, do you know what I, Qin Yi, like the most? Then It’s like seeing other people’s souls tremble.”

"Child Qin Yi, you must be arrogant!"

Before Huyan Zhengyang could speak, a burst of angry shouts came from the tomb city below.

next moment.

Only six figures were seen, rushing out of the tomb city and arriving in front of Huyan Zhengyang in an instant.

Obviously, these six people are the remaining six people in this tomb city.

"Surround him!"

Huyan Zhengyang drinks coldly.

Following his order, all six of them swayed and turned into seven figures again, suddenly surrounding the white-robed man.

Facing the seven people including Hu Yan Zhengyang, the man in white robe did not show the slightest panic, but instead showed a look of disdain on his face.

He glanced around and found the six people coming up from behind, four men and two women. Each of them exuded an unparalleled aura, and he could tell at a glance that they were first-rate masters.

"Huyan Zhengyang, do you think that because you have so many people, I, Qin Yi, are afraid of you? What a joke!"

The young man in white robe smiled faintly: "I won't waste any more words. Leave all the imperial fluids on your bodies, and then commit suicide in front of me. I can leave you with an intact body."

"You are looking for death, kill him!"

Huyan Zhengyang was furious, wishing to cut the "Qin Yi" in front of him into pieces. Without saying a word, he waved his hand.

Swish!

The seven people of Huyan Zhengyang immediately held their weapons and rushed towards the young man in white robe frantically.

However, the young man in white robe flashed and turned into a very faint shadow, rushing out from the encirclement of Huyan Zhengyang and the other seven people.

Huyan Zhengyang and others only felt a gust of wind blowing past. When they came to their senses, they found that the young man in white robe was already standing hundreds of feet away, looking at them lazily: "Want to fight in a group? Okay, I also like to fight in a group, it's more lively this way."

"Papa!"

The young man in white robe clapped his hands lightly.

In an instant, a series of human figures appeared from nowhere and rushed here at high speed. In the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of the young man in white robes.

"Haha, I can finally eat meat again. I am so excited!"

The tall blood body of the blood ghost stood on the blood cloud, looking at Hu Yanzhengyang and the other seven people below, and licked his lips excitedly.